Laments of a philosophical pessimist. Notes on society, politics, and culture.

Friday, November 23, 2012

Missive to the Republican House

It is high time for me to put an end to your sitting in this
place, which you have dishonored by your contempt of all virtue, and
defiled by your practice of every vice.

Ye are a factious crew, and enemies to all good
government.

Ye are a pack of mercenary wretches, and would
like Esau sell your country for a mess
of pottage, and like Judas betray your God for a few pieces of money.

Is there a single virtue now remaining amongst
you? Is there one vice you do not possess?

Ye have no more religion than my horse. Gold is
your God. Which of you have not bartered your conscience for bribes? Is there a
man amongst you that has the least care for the good of the Commonwealth?

Ye sordid prostitutes have you not defiled this
sacred place, and turned the Lord's temple into a den of thieves, by your
immoral principles and wicked practices?

Ye are grown intolerably odious to the whole
nation. You were deputed here by the people to get grievances redressed, are
yourselves become the greatest grievance. Your
country therefore calls upon me to cleanse this Augean stable, by putting a
final period to your iniquitous proceedings in this House; and which by God's
help, and the strength he has given me, I am now come to do.

I command ye therefore, upon the peril of your
lives, to depart immediately out of this place.

Go, get you out! Make haste! Ye venal slaves be gone! So! Take away
that shining bauble there, and lock up the doors. In the
name of God, go!